Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Mars,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.